Coming in to land

More whoosh
I went back to watch the murmuration this evening. Even more spectacular than last night. It seems so ludicrous for SO many to disappear into a hedge … it just doesn’t seem possible. There was a bit of argy bargy before they settled down. 

A solitary swan flew over as I stood in the back garden first thing.
I finished off some work loose ends this morning before I head off tomorrow. Made some flapjack and put my mind to some random house bits and bobs. Then I plucked up the courage to go in the place I’ve passed almost daily over the years and always wondered about … https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2867175842469907406
On for a walk to see if the liverwort sporangia are up and out. 
They are (extra)! And I saw my first primrose of the year.
I found a new path/sheep trod which took me on a lovely meander among the alder trees … I love this time of year, just before everything emerges; everywhere looks a little bleached out and the buds are full of promise. It made me think of cummings’s ‘bud of the bud’ …

i carry your heart with me - e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) 


I’m just watching the programme on the London Fog/Smog of 1952. It’s reminded me of dad saying he had to walk all the way back from work in central London to his home in Carshalton, with all transport at a standstill.